That will be the bit when I slept for 90 minutes on the marble floor of the zone between gate check in and the water bottle removing security station at Schipol airport. Ah, yes. That glamour.
The bread trails were made by my 20 year old twins. I am fat, grey and 60. Which isn't even the answer to life the universe and everything. Run my own business, happily married, but still remarkably short of cash. Isn't that the modern life?